You know like the classic hitman, criminal, or secret agent, etc. trying to present as a normal suburban family.
Me and a friend joke about a guy (We’re all middle-aged) we knew who seemed kinda shady, but not in the hitman/gangster aspect. More in the relationship department.
He would go off “camping” on his own, never inviting his girlfriend, for a few days in the woods, that was about 5 miles from his home (he owned that house, leaving her there alone)…
He’d go to 4 day music festivals alone, even though he had no interest in music.
One time he had plans to visit his girlfriends family on Xmas day, which was about 200 miles away. By 4pm he still wasn’t ready to go, which caused an argument… Which resulted in him walking from his home to another city, about 25 miles away.
He kept, in his bedroom, a box of women’s underwear, which didn’t belong to his long term girlfriend of about 15 years. She told us about this after she found them (queue the Se7en jokes).
The closest I came was the downstairs neighbor of an old girlfriend who was a paid hitman. He was a “former” gang member who did contracts on the side. It was all gang related stuff, nothing high profile, not like the movies. If you met the guy, you’d believe everything he said about this. Scared the fuck out of me, I slowly backed away from that situation.
How does a hitman with a static address stay out of prison while telling boyfriends of upstairs neighbors their business?
I started to suspect my Dad might have a secret second family when I was in high school.
Maybe 10 years later, I learned that suspicion was correct.
You’re not the first person I’ve known who has experienced this. What made you suspicious?
He moved out of the family home to go to grad school across the country.
When I went to go visit him (at the behest of my mom), he was incredibly careful about who I met and where we would go. It felt like there people he really didn’t want me to meet. During that trip I also overheard some bits of conversation while he was on the phone with… probably the mother of my secret half brother.
When he finished his degree, he didn’t come home and never really gave a coherent explanation as to why. He’s always been a bastard though, so I didn’t much care to inquire as long as he stayed gone.
Eventually I got a little older and got my first job. Suddenly he always needed money from me. I didn’t know it then, but I was paying part of his child support payments.
As to how I found out, I ended up going to grad school at the same institution where the mother of my half brother was employed, and so he confessed to things before I found out by running into this person.
